All of these things pale beside the glory of the Crush. I'm enamored. Ask any of the people I'll talk to, they'll let you know how obnoxious I'm being about this. I swoon like a tiny bitch, I smile for no reason. I dance. That's fuckin' scary, man. You're never the same once you've seen me dance. It's not recommended, or pretty.

Girls are awesome. Especially ones you can fancy easily. Some people just hit all the right marks with you, make you happy when you don't need to be, sometimes even when you don't wanna be. It's hard to mope when there's this elusive smile hiding in your mind, you know?

Enough waxing pansified. Next discussion will be about WAR.

Tia Note: Having seen Justin dance I'll vouch for the horror of it.